A more intimate massage

Hilda's body turns to jelly as she melts in his arms, her muffled moans drowned-out by banshee-like wailing of Silvia, as the drow's man passionately fingers the dark elf while he sucks on her barely-there breasts.

The kiss from Hilda's masseuse seems to go on for hours as his tongue freely invades and conquers the knight's mouth. The man pulls away, giving the breathless Hilda a chance to recover.

"I will return shortly," he says with a smile before gently laying her back on the massage table.

Hilda's mind is reeling as her honey pot starts dripping onto the table. She contemplates playing with herself while she waits, but before she can act he returns with a strange jar of what appears to be some kind of ointment.

"This is Shar Jelly," he says matter-of-factly, as if he expects her to know what it is.

Apparently Hilda's confusion is showing on her face, because soon he's smiling and chuckling.

"We normally use it as a depilatory," he says as he unscrews the cap (depilla-what?). "But in the right hands, it can be used to increase sensitivity and give immense pleasure."

I like the sound of that!

"Shall I begin?" He asks.

"Uh huh," Hilda dumbly says as she nods, eager to see what he has in mind.

The man sticks his hands into the jar and retrieves a clump of oddly-colored cream. He spreads it on his hands and then touches Hilda's legs.

"Oooooooh," she moans as a chilly sensation washes over her. The man continues to rub his hands all over her body, but still avoids her most erogenous zones. "Um..." Hilda's about to say something when her interrupts her with a kiss.

That quickly quiets her down again, as she closes her eyes and gives in to the sensations. His hand winds its way back down Hilda's belly and into the hairy forest resting on top of her pubis.

"Get ready," he whispers in Hilda's ear before plunging into her hungry, dripping quim.